Only 100 days left in life

"You can call me Shiratori Mariko," Shiratori Mariko tentatively introduced herself, "Miss Tsumiki?"

She observed Fukurotsu Miki's expression, and found that she had a slight reaction after hearing the name and was slightly relieved.

"You are" Fukurotsu Miki's voice was hoarse and dry.

She moved her arm, but it was like a machine that hadn't been used for a long time, stuttering, and even her fingertips were a little out of control, and it was difficult to hold it up.

"There should be no problem," Shiratori Mariko said, "It depends on the results of the inspection, so ring the bell first."

She glanced at the bedside cabinet of Fukurotsu Miki, took out a thermos from it, poured a glass of water, and found a straw, "Don't drink too much, moisten your lips."

"Yo, wake up," Gojo Satoru took off the blindfold at some point, and circled it lightly in his hand.

He stood up and rang the bell, "Do you still remember who I am?"

Fukurotsu Miki on the bed turned her head with difficulty, "Mr. Gojo?"

She looked at the surrounding environment with some hesitation, her mind was confused, "Why am I, ahem, here? Where's Hui?"

"Hui is still in school," Gojo Satoru took out the phone from his pocket, "You have slept for a long time. Oh yes, I have to tell Hui."

He dialed Fu Heihui's phone, "Hi, Hui, can you hear me?"

From the opposite side came Fu Heihui's calm voice as always.

"I can hear you." He was still making breakfast with the phone tucked between his shoulders. "Breakfast is not your share."

"Oh, why don't you want the teacher to be nice, Fuhei-san," Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "I asked the assistant supervisor to buy breakfast outside today~ I hate it by myself, Hui. By the way, I'm in the suburbs now, maybe Arrive a little later, let's talk to Principal Night Moth later."

"No, say it yourself."

"Oh, tell me, tell me, and I'll tell you a great thing, how about it?"

There was silence on the other side.

"I'm hanging up the phone."

"Come on," Gojo Satoru put the phone next to Tsumiji, "Dangdang! A mysterious guest who can't be missed is about to appear. Listen, who is this?"

After taking a sip of the water handed by Shiratori Mariko, Tsumiki is now a little relieved.

"Hui?" Following the mobile phone that Gojo Satoru handed over, she tentatively asked, "Is that you?"

What surprised her was the continuous silence on the other side.

"Tsun Meiji?" After a while, Fu Heihui's words were almost squeezed out, "Is that you?"

"Well," Tsumiji said as calmly as possible, although her throat still hurts when speaking, "I'm back."

She looked gentle, and the morning sun shone through the screen window on her body, making it a bit hazy.

Even though she was lying on a pure white hospital bed and wearing an unattractive hospital gown, Shiratori Mariko could still see a particularly familiar aura from her.

It was a kind of tenderness that belonged to a sister.

Another moment of silence.

"I see," Fu Heihui said calmly.

He seemed to have returned to the time when he was not good at words when he was a child, and he didn't know what to say dryly, "I, I will apply to come out of school to see you in a few days. Wait for me."

"Okay," Tsumiji agreed with a smile even though he couldn't see Fu Heihui, "I'll wait for you."

"Ah, Hui Hao is cold!" Gojo Satoru took the phone, "It's no surprise."

"Okay, let's stop here first for today's reminiscences!" He said arbitrarily, "The doctor outside should have been waiting for a while—all in all, isn't it a big surprise? Are you happy?"

Fu Heihui looked at the overcooked eggs in her pan, and heard Gojo Satoru's voice, she felt frightened.

The bastard.Be sure to beat him up next time!

——However, since you can come back, then everything is fine.

Mariko Shiratori, who returned to the high school, unexpectedly saw someone who had never imagined sitting in the auditorium, chatting with the people around her.

She suspected that she was dazzled, otherwise how could she have hallucinated and saw Osamu Dazai.

"Mr. Dazai? Why are you here?" Mariko Shiratori asked tentatively.

She found that sitting next to Osamu Dazai was Atsushi Nakajima who was stuffed with soda and was at a loss, "Atsushi-kun is there?"

"There's also Kyoka!" Nagasaki Rose, who was at the highest position, pointed behind her, "She's here."

Izumi Kyoka, who was sitting beside her, was holding a cup of fruit tea, and turned her head to look at Shiratori Mariko.

"Ah, Kyoka is here too," Shiratori Mariko was stunned for a moment, "Is there an armed detective club building event?"

But why is it here? Could it be that the Armed Detective Agency and the High School of Conjuration want to make a joint name, no, do they want to cooperate?What a surprise.

"Gojo-kun invited me," Dazai Osamu said with a smile.

He rested his chin, and said in a long and long way, "I was invited by him to come and see what the world of magic spells looks like, and how ugly a spell spirit can be."

Ah, it was even more surprising.

Gojo Satoru and Osamu Dazai were still fighting tit for tat yesterday, but today he generously invited others to watch the game.Absolutely.

However, Shiratori Mariko thought blankly, it is not unusual for Gojo Satoru to do anything.

She casually found a seat beside Fu Heihui and sat down.

And what does it have to do with her, she is just an ordinary person with common sense.

As long as the two of them don't fight in their own house, so be it.

After a while, seeing that Dazai Osamu had no intention of introducing him, Kunikida Doppo rubbed the center of his brows.

Just, you shouldn't believe that this bastard can do anything serious.He'd better come by himself.

"It's our first time meeting, Miss Shiratori," the man with blond hair tied into a simple strand stood up, holding a notebook in his hand, and bowed neatly to Mariko Shiratori on the other side, "I'm Kunikida——"

"Kunikida Doppo," Dazai Osamu interjected, "Kunikida-kun is my colleague, he is a strange person who can't find a partner at his age! It hurts!"

He covered his hair and wailed, "Kunikida-kun is so fierce! If you can't treat others gently, it will be absolutely difficult to find a suitable lover!"

"Dazai, you bastard, shut up," Kunikida Doppo said bluntly, beating Dazai with his notebook.

A natural movement, it is obvious that this is not the first time he has done this.

"Obviously Mr. Dazai made fun of it first." Atsushi Nakajima on the side was a little helpless, and then turned to Mariko Shiratori, "Mr. Dazai often does this, Miss Shiratori, please don't mind."

Shiratori Mariko shook her head, indicating that she didn't care.

To be honest, she looked at this scene with a strange familiarity.I always feel like I've seen it before, and Knotweed beat Osamu Dazai like this.

Kunikida Doppo spread out the notebook neatly, as if he wasn't the one who hit Osamu Dazai with the notebook just now.

"Kunikida Doppo, a member of the Armed Detective Agency," he re-introduced himself, "The task of connecting with Ms. Shiratori and the contact with the magic world are also entrusted to me."

After being in contact with Gojo Satoru, a reckless and unruly guy, for a long time, Shiratori Mariko was not used to returning to the normal procedure.

"Oh, yes," she also bowed, "I'm Mariko Shiratori. Nice to meet you."

Back and forth, back and forth, the courtesy of the two adults is so unpretentious and boring.

Seeing that Mariko Shiratori had started to fill out the registration form, and his attention was focused on it, Osamu Dazai got up briskly and walked to the yard on the other side.

"Mr. Dazai, what are you going to do?" Atsushi Nakajima asked suspiciously when he saw him leave.

"Me?" Osamu Dazai pointed to himself, "The big thing is not good, I want to leave."

"What?" Kunikida Doppo frowned, "Is there a new order from the president, or does the detective agency have other commissions?"

He handed the list in his hand to Atsushi Nakajima, "I'll go with you."

In case it is an important topic related to the magic world, or the development and changes after the cooperation——

"No," Osamu Dazai said without changing his face, "I can't hold it in anymore."

Ah this.

The audience was silent for a while, and even Mariko Shiratori, who was in a daze, raised her head unexpectedly and glanced at Osamu Dazai.

"So," Osamu Dazai smiled, "Will Kunikida-kun go with you?"

So the eyes of the audience shifted to Kunikida Doppo, staring at him for the first time felt extremely awkward.

At this moment, Dazai Osamu shouted again with a smile.

"Kunikida-kun?"

Kunikida Doppo couldn't bear this incomprehensible partner.He definitely did it on purpose!

"Get out of here!" he yelled angrily.

Osamu Dazai shrugged, "Okay."

"Oh, you're here," Gojo walked slowly to Osamu Dazai, "How is the high school? Haven't you seen it before, isn't it youthful and very good?"

"It's okay," Osamu Dazai replied irrelevantly. "The air is pretty good. It's a good place to hang yourself."

He stretched out his hand and stroked the tree in front of him, "This charming torso, with well-organized lines, is full of vitality..."

Gojo Satoru looked at it for a long time and came to the conclusion: this is an ordinary tree.

"The brain problem is not small. Have you thought about finding a hospital to take a look at, Dazai-kun?" He asked unscrupulously, "If you need it, treat me to dessert and I will tell you which hospital's brain department is better oh."

"I don't need a blind man with super low taste to show me the way," Dazai Osamu replied with a smile, "Ask a question that has nothing to do with this meeting, does Gojo-kun like flowers?"

Gojo Satoru glanced him up and down exaggeratedly.

"If I say I like it," he took a few steps back, "what are you going to do? But to be honest, the cherry blossom-flavored Browning tastes average, and the Begonia Daifuku is not bad."

"I hate growing flowers," Osamu Dazai said. "Flowers are creatures that wither. If you want to suffer the pain of withering at the end, it's better that it never happened in the first place."

If you can avoid the violent, sudden growth of emotions, you don't need to suffer the pain of losing it.

Alas, it was the strange flower he would undoubtedly be drawn to, smiling to death.

He looked at Wujo Wu, "Well, but Wujo-kun should be different."

Touching the flower that is about to bloom and about to wither, and creating a bond with such a creature that is rushing towards death, I didn't see him hesitate.

"Of course I'm different," Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers, laughing wildly, "I'm not a coward."

He snorted softly, "Only a coward would not eat sweets because he is afraid of toothache."

There is no "right death" for the vastly different conjurers, each of whom is insane.

Before Gojo Satoru became "The Strongest", he lived every day as if it was the last of the rest of his life.

Of course, it's the same after becoming the strongest.

After all, the things that no one can solve will be left to the "strongest". He is the last line of defense.

The so-called regret?nonexistent.

His family, his friends, and even himself are all on the verge of death. They may die today, or tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow...or the next second.

For conjurers, death is commonplace.Compared with one or two of them, maybe Shiratori lived longer.

He has long been used to it.I have long been used to the passing of life, and I am used to bearing these, so naturally I have no fear.

Even if the flower will wither eventually, he still has the courage to look directly at her.